THE LIFE AND LEGEND OF WYATT
EARP
[Ken Darby singing
"The Legend Of Wyatt Earp"]
[soft humming]
♪ Wyatt Earp
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his glory be told ♪
[humming continues]
(male narrator)
Marshal Wyatt Earp, could
never complain that
life in Dodge city, in ,
was bore some routine.
Most of the sh**t however,
occurred south of the deadline
and involved shady people.
But the alleged k*lling
of Dan Bolton by Reb Thomas
was a noted eventon the right
side of the tracks.
Bolton was the town's
leading cattle buyer.
A man of wealth and influence.
When Marshal Earp
reached the scene..
Alright, get out of here!
Get out!
Nothing could be done?
No, sir. He's shot
through the heart.
Dan Bolton...my friend.
This drunken fool?
It looks that way, judge.
Threatened Mr. Bolton in the
Dodge house bar this afternoon.
He owes me $ .
- You miserable--
- Take it easy, judge.
He was so drunk he didn't
know what he was doing.
He'll know in court
tomorrow morning.
Take him to jail
out the back door.
Right.
You..
...you want me to tell
Mr. Bolton's family?
You want me to tell
Mr. Bolton's family, sir?
No. No.
I'll do that.
Fine reward for being
an honest businessman
and a decent citizen.
I-I didn't hear
about the trouble soon enough.
It's not your fault.
Sober that drunk up
get a confession.
- I'll attend to the rest.
- Judge.
Yeah?
I don't blame you
for feeling as you do.
But you're still
Circuit judge Tobin.
A hoodlum kills my friend
and I'm supposed
to pass sentences
as though I never knew Dan.
You're right.
It was your duty
to remind me.
Thank you, Wyatt.
[humming]
Ain't nothing like
black coffee.
Unless it's canned tomatoes.
What was it you want
to ask me about, Marshal?
Mr. Bolton is dead.
He is?
Can't say I'm sorry.
He was a no-good,
cheat and a liar.
You k*lled him,
we found you in his office.
This your g*n?
Yeah, that's my Colts .
The g*n was
in your hand and fired
and the b*llet struck
Mr. Bolton in the heart.
Well.
Own up to it, Reb, the court
will take it easier on you.
Oh, no, sir,
I didn't k*ll him.
- Go get a can of tomatoes.
- Oh, no, marshal, I'm sober.
I aimed to get my money.
I k*ll him
I'll own up to that, but..
When I got up to Dan Bolton's
office I was so blind drunk
I could hardly walk, guess
I must have passed out.
You were wearing this,
you remember that?
- That's a Colt.
- Yeah.
It don't belong to me.
[door opens]
Well.
Mr. Thomas, I believe
you know judge Tobin.
You still gonna stick with that
cock and bull story of yours?
I told you
the truth, marshal.
Dan Bolton deserved k*lling. If
I'd done it I'd own up to it.
Another thing, you folks
have been praising up Bolton
as a holy fella, while
it weren't no such thing
- I happen to know the--
- That will do.
- Put him in a cell.
- Put me in a cell.
That ain't gonna change
my opinion of Bolton man.
- I have--
- Come on, come on, Reb.
Come on.
Sit down, judge,
rest yourself.
You've been
through the wringer.
I promised Dan's family
that justice would move quick.
Yes.
I'll appoint a lawyer
to defend the man.
If he insists on
pleading not guilty.
How's our jury panel?
Well, we gotta
get some more.
Do it tonight, will ya, Wyatt?
None but good men.
I want a fair trial.
An absolutely fair trial.
- Good evening, Mr. Moers.
- Hello, Wyatt.
Were you...here when Reb Thomas
had his quarrel with Dan Bolton?
No, but cafe Mrs. Moers was.
Will she be needed as a witness?
No. I got plenty of witnesses.
I'm kind of short on a jury.
Let's see, Mr. Beasley,
Mr. Summers and Mr. David.
They all live here, don't they?
Mr. Beasley and Mr. David
left yesterday for Topeka.
I think you'll find
Mr. Summers in the parlor.
Well, I'm gonna be mighty
short on a panel.
Got three down sick
and five out of town.
Wyatt, I was thinking, if you're
short you can put my name down.
That's mighty
kind of you to offer
but...tomorrow is
your rush day, isn't it?
Certainly is, marshal. You and
that conscience of yours.
The trial shouldn't
take long, dear.
Oh, please, marshal,
you can find some other man.
Alright, Mrs. Moers.
Thanks just the same.
Always the easy, Mark.
Can't you ever say no?
- It's a citizen's duty, hon.
- Why do they have to trial?
He confessed, didn't he?
- I forgot to ask.
- You would. I'll ask him.
- 'Marshal Earp.'
- Yes?
Why they holding a trial?
Mr. Thomas confessed, didn't he?
Yeah, well, he claims
that he didn't do it.
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to put
your husband's name down.
Mr. Summers says he vote to hang
Mr. Thomas in general principle.
You have an open mind?
I think so. I'd vote according
to the law and the evidence.
Good.
All this trouble
about a worthless, drunken sot.
Well, he's entitled
to a fair trial, Mrs. Moers.
Just don't get the feeling
sorry for that drunken k*ller.
Cathy honey.
This whole town is ready
to lynch Thomas.
We are running
a hotel here.
We can't afford to get
public opinion down on us.
I don't under--
I'm just trying to protect
you from yourself.
You're too good and kind.
You always were.
[soft humming]
- Jury still out.
- Yeah, I know.
It's almost five hours. I wonder
what can be hanging him up.
I don't know. Come on.
Come on, Moers.
You've been holding us here for
five hours now and you know..
Eleven to one for conviction.
Just tell us why you are
acting so stubborn?
Is Thomas a friend of yours?
I never spoke to the man
except at the hotel.
Then what evidence has
got you so convinced?
Thomas was subdued,
according to Wyatt's testimony.
That he couldn't stand
on his feet.
I don't see how man in that
condition could fire a g*n
and hit Bolton in the heart.
[crowd murmuring]
The prosecutor had three
witnesses on that point.
They all said Reb was
a good shot, drunk or sober.
And didn't you hear
Dock McCarthy testify
that Bolton had been dead
about ten minutes?
Reb passed out
after he fired the shot.
I have a reasonable doubt in my
mind that Reb fired the shot.
I think someone k*lled Bolton
and put the g*n in Reb's hand.
That was Reb's g*n. How did your
imaginary k*ller get it?
He could have stolen
the g*n from Reb.
That's why Reb took a frontier
coat from the hotel rack.
[indistinct murmuring]
I never voted for conviction.
You might as well report
to judge that we couldn't agree.
You think it won't get out that
you alone hung up this jury?
Moers, I'm warning you.
Take your hands off me.
I don't care what you tell.
I'm not gonna vote
to send a man to prison
when I think he
might be innocent.
We're wasting our time
on this stubborn fool.
Dave, call the bailiff.
[jury chattering]
And another trial
for that scoundrel.
More time
and money wasted.
Fine mess, Wyatt.
One man,
Heber Moers.
You think he was bribed?
- No, sir.
- Well, what do you think?
I think the man has
a reasonable doubt and so do I.
What?
I don't think we gave
ourselves enough time, judge.
He was a friend of yours
and nobody can blame you
for wanting quick justice
but I don't have that excuse.
I just..
Well, I went off half-cocked.
Are you out of your mind?
The man's own lawyer
begged him to plead guilty.
Well, I'm glad he didn't.
Why? Have you
one shred of evidence?
'It's utter nonsense.'
Now, you get another jury and
we'll try that hoodlum tomorrow.
No, sir.
That's an order
of the court, Wyatt.
Alright.
But I ask for stay
of execution.
I think I know
who did k*ll Bolton.
Oh, you do?
And of course,
you can name him.
I think it was
Heber Moers.
Moers, the man that
hung up the jury?
That's right.
Oh, preposterous.
What motive would he have?
Well, I don't know yet.
Moers hung the jury.
By his vote, he could've
convicted Thomas.
Now, why didn't he do that
and get off scot-free?
Maybe the man has
a conscience.
All I know for sure is that
he volunteered for the panel
and he was quite insistent
about it.
You got Heber into this, now
you can just go and get him out.
- Out of what?
- Mr. Crandel fired him.
And now they're threatening
to run him out of town.
- Where is he?
- Back at the hotel.
I borrowed a g*n but he says
he won't use it. Hurry, Wyatt.
Calm yourself, Mrs. Moers.
[soft humming]
Wait here, Mrs. Moers.
There's trouble.
[humming continues]
[indistinct chattering]
[g*nsh*t]
Break it up! Break it up!
Let him now!
Alright, Mr. Moers, I have to
arrest you. Protective custody.
Now, you men, go on
about your business.
Which side you on?
Moers hung up the jury.
Maybe he was right.
Any more demonstrations like
this arrest them all.
Yes, sir!
- What did he mean?
- I can only guess. Come on.
Now, look here, Wyatt.
You can't just..
Mr. Moers.
Where is Cathy?
She promised she'd wait here.
They won't harm your wife.
Make yourself comfortable.
All I did was
my duty as I saw it.
Now I've lost my job and
the whole town is sore at me.
Calm down, little one.
I'll take you back to the hotel.
- I told Mrs. Moers to wait.
- She'll be alright.
Call Reb. I want him
to meet Mr. Moers.
Yes, sir!
Mr. Moers, judge Tobin
and I think
that you might have prevented
a miscarriage of justice.
Oh! It was someone else.
Like I told the others someone
might have stolen Thomas' g*n.
Fire the shot then put
the g*n in his hand.
Well, might have
happened that way.
What you're trying
to trick me to now, marshal?
I want you to meet the man
who didn't convict you.
That's funny.
I don't like you, you don't like
me. What are you up to?
I just wasn't convinced
you did it.
The only thing
we ever had in common
is we both hated Dan Bolton.
Whatever gave you
the idea I dislike Mr. Bolton.
He tried to act cute. You know
he was after your Mrs.
That's a lie.
He called Bolton cheat
and couldn't prove it.
Now he's attacking
a dead man's morals
a respected
church going citizen.
Take it easy. Come on,
put him back in the cell.
Yeah, put me back in my cell?
You and Moers have
to keep Bolton respectable.
Dan was no angel.
Wine and women,
his case it was mostly women.
You can prove that?
No, I can't prove.
I'm in jail.
But it'll be easy enough
for you to prove, marshal.
All you have to do is check
the Occidental hotel register
'in Kansas city.'
- You f*cking--
- Take him off.
Then arrest Mrs. Bolton
if she was at
Kansas city with Dan.
Just relax, Mr. Moers.
You-you aren't taking
his words for anything.
No!
I don't think we havta be
careful of the truth and..
I...I think
what the judge told them
told those hot heads is
probably sunk in by now.
Come on, I'll take
you back to the hotel.
[soft humming]
[humming continues]
Cathy! Everything's alright.
Wyatt's with me.
Oh! Just a moment,
Heber.
I got so scared
I blocked the door.
I'll have it opened
in just two seconds.
Oh! I'm so glad that
Marshal Wyatt came with you.
Oh, darling!
Now, now. I told you
it'd work out alright.
I know.
But I just can't wait
to get away from this town.
Oh! Hello, Wyatt.
'I hope you'll excuse us.'
I'll even excuse
you've taken a g*n.
g*n?
What g*n?
Colts navy caliber,
belonged to Reb Thomas.
It's now exhibit A
state's evidence.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
You do, Mrs. Moers.
Are you gonna give me that g*n
or do I get a search warrant?
- You go get the warrant.
- No, no, Cathy.
I've had this whole thing
in my conscience too long.
- Give Wyatt the g*n.
- Don't be a fool.
Not this time.
Where is it?
Heber, no!
Heber, please!
- I k*lled Bolton.
- It's not true, Wyatt.
I'd rather listen to you.
Now, let's get this
straightened out to the judge.
Nothing to straighten out.
I k*lled Bolton.
She wasn't involved.
Mrs. Moers, I think
you have something
you wanna tell
judge Tobin and me.
Yes, I do.
Does Heber have to be there?
No, he can wait
outside the jail.
Why does Cathy
have to be mixed up in this?
I was Bolton's silent partner
in cattle deals.
He wouldn't pay up.
I k*lled him.
That's very possible, Mr. Moers.
Dan's wife was ill.
He promised if I get
a divorce he'd marry me.
I knew my husband would
go on being manager.
Cheap hotels
in little towns.
But my husband loved me.
There's no excuse.
No pardon for what I did.
And when our one
miserable affair was ended
I hated Dan.
I despised myself.
I realized...how kind
and decent my husband was.
[sobbing]
You said yesterday
Mr. Bolton demanded
you make another trip
with him.
Yes.
I was sitting at the desk
doing my work
'when he suddenly came in.'
What's wrong now, Heber?
- Not a thing, honey.
- Oh, it's you.
How many times do I have
to tell you not to bother me?
Two tickets to New York
and a $ , for fun.
Get out.
Oh, no. I really
mean it this time.
Look, I'm gonna tell
Amy about us.
Get a divorce, babe.
I said I really
meant it, Cathy.
Be at my office
about o'clock tonight.
You'll be there, huh?
Ready to travel.
- Or else..
- Else what?
A certain husband will be
getting a divorce.
Pick them up
and get out.
No, you pick them up.
Bring them along tonight.
Really mean it, Cathy.
I decided I'd have
to settle with Dan.
Once and for all.
But I wanted to keep
my husband's love.
That afternoon when Reb Thomas
had his drunken set two
with Dan at the bar
I knew I had to find
a way to get to him.
[indistinct chattering]
(male # )
'Come on. I know.'
Alright, now you heard
what I said.
He either repays me,
or I'll take out his hide with..
'Gotta find
a good way for it.'
'So-so we don't land in jail.'
- Alright, alright.
- Hey, give me your g*n belt.
- Give me your g*n belt.
- Alright. Alright.
Why do you want my
g*n belt?
I wanna hang it up here
so you won't jump you on it.
Be careful.
I'm not gonna
scratch on it, Reb.
Come on, let's go over
to Long Branch saloon
and get another drink.
Yeah, come on.
Let's go.
- Okay.
- Long Branch here we come.
(Cathy)
'He couldn't find his own g*n
belt so he took another one.'
'Didn't wait to buckle it on he
went lurching into the street.'
'But something told me
he was on his way to sh**t Dan''
Why didn't you just
let him do the job?
I was afraid that
he was too drunk
or that Dan might
sh**t him.
I remembered Dan always
kept his office door locked.
So as soon as my husband
came back from the depot
I slipped out the back door
and went down to Dan's office.
Hello.
Where's your luggage, honey?
My, my.
A g*n.
Put that thing away.
Have a chair.
We've got lots to talk about.
No. I'm not
going with you.
I came here to say that
if you tell my husband
I'll use this.
You're going
with me, Cathy. Again.
[g*nsh*t]
(Cathy)
'I tried to run
then I heard someone outside.'
'I hurried to the curtains
to hide behind them.'
'I had almost
forgotten Reb Thomas.'
You dirty cheatin' louse.
Wake up.
Bolton! Wake up
and settle like a man.
[soft humming]
[humming continues]
That's the whole truth, judge.
I ask only one thing.
Does my husband have to know?
Can't you just-just
send me to prison?
Mrs. Moers, I couldn't
send you anywhere.
What do you mean?
I couldn't accept
a plea of guilty
knowing that if you went on
trial no jury would convict you.
Besides, Mr. Bolton left
a widow, family, friends.
In attempting to punish you
which I couldn't do anyway.
I'd be punishing
many innocent people.
Are you going
to tell my husband?
Mr. Moers knows about it.
How could he?
Well, he worked pretty hard
to get on that jury.
His trouble is that he couldn't
let an innocent man hang.
And Mrs. Moers,
you-you go out there
and tell him the case
has been dropped.
[sobbing]
Do you really believe
in the unwritten law, judge?
No.
But in her case
what can justice
and the Lord ask
of the human soul
except that it turn
from wickedness and sin no more?
She's been punished.
[Ken Darby singing
"The Legend Of Wyatt Earp"]
♪ Well, he cleaned up
the country ♪
♪ The old wild west country
♪ He made law
and order prevail ♪
♪ And none can deny it
♪ The legend of Wyatt
♪ Forever will live
on the trail ♪
♪ Wyatt Earp
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
[soft humming]